Michael was laboriously studying a case file when he heard a loud thump and two people shouting. Instinctively, he pulled open his top drawer and reached for his gun. His hand was around the butt of the gun when his door flew open and Hawke stood in front of him. From where he stood, Michael could see the bulging blue vein in Hawke's forehead.

"Horn has Caitlin," Hawke threw the tape onto Michael's desk. Michael turned to his secretary and nodded at her. Sean took the tape from Michael's desk, staying a small distance away from Hawke, and slipped the tape into their player.

Seconds later, the screen lit up with Caitlin's face. Michael studied the picture. In the few seconds Caitlin was on the screen, he saw she was strapped to the chair with ducktape. The wall behind her was white with no distinguishing marks or pictures. Horn then came into the picture.

"Hello, Hawke, I'm glad we can finally meet again. . ." Michael nodded and Sean paused the tape. He turned to Hawke, who was still standing.

"How did he get her?"

"Caitlin won two tickets to a spa. She couldn't get anyone to go with her so she went along. She was looking for a vacation and what she got was Horn."

"What does he want?" Michael asked.

"He wants Airwolf in twenty-fours from the time I received the tape or Caitlin dies. I got the tape at nine o'clock."

"So, you and Dominic get Airwolf in the air and we'll track you and take down Horn before the deadline."

Hawke leaned his body half way over the desk. "There's only one problem, Michael," He mumbled. "Airwolf can't fly. She can barely hover."

Michael didn't even bother using his cane to help him stand. "What?! When were you going to let me in on this little bit of information?"

"We weren't. The lady can be fixed, but the parts haven't come in yet. Caitlin knows the lady can't fly, Michael. She also knows if she tells Horn that the lady can't fly, she's as good as dead."

"What do you want me to do?" Michael asked, sincerely.

"Donimic has the jet ranger. I got a message to him through the officials at the air show so he's on his way back. I need one of your helicopters."

Michael sat down and picked up the phone. "Sean," He said to his secretary who was standing behind Hawke. "See that, Mr. Hawke, gets to one of our helicopters without any incidence. I'll call down and have one ready for you."

"Thank you, Michael."

Hawke was half way across the room when Michael said, "Hawke."

Hawke stopped and turned around. "What?"

"Are you all right? I'm sensing there's something else going on here."

Hawke rubbed at his nose. "She asked me to go with her several times and I told her no. What would have been wrong with me saying yes to a good friend?"

"Then I could have been watching both of you on this tape and not just Cait."

"Yeah," Hawke turned to leave and closed the door behind him. Michael turned the screen back on and watched the video. He was going to watch it until something dawned on him that could help Caitlin and Hawke.

12:30 pm the same day

Dominic heard a loud thud and Hawke curse. He left the control panel of Airwolf to see what was the matter. Hawke was lying on the ground under the lady's tail rubbing his knuckles.

"Anything broke?" Dominic asked, helping his friend to his feet.

"No," Hawke mumbled. "I fixed the tail rotor so she won't spin out of control when we do get her in the air. What about the electronics?"

"We need the parts, String." Dominic said.

"I know." He walked outside where a camo cover was hiding the jet ranger and the FIRM helicopter. Hawke raised the cover and went under it. "What if we took the parts from the jet ranger and and the FIRM's helicopter and used it in Airwolf? All we need is for her to get to Caitlin."

"Have you ever seen the Eiffel Tower built out of popsicle sticks, String?" Dominic asked.

Hawke scrunched up his face. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"The popsicle version of the Eiffel Tower make look just like the authentic Eiffel Tower, but it won't hold up against the real thing. In other words, the Jet Ranger and the FIRM helicopter are small potatoes next to Airwolf."

Hawke slapped the side of the Jet Ranger. "Then what do we do, Dom."

Dom put a hand on Hawke's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "We keep working and hope that the people Michael has on the ground and in the air can spot Caitlin or Horn."

They headed back into the lair where Airwolf's communications were beeping. Hawke climbed into the cockpit and turned the radio on.

"This is Hawke, Michael, what do you have?"

"I've got people travelling south looking for any kind of sign, but they don't have anything yet. Meanwhile, I thought you'd like to know I looked into the whereabouts of Horn's daughter, Angelica. In case we wanted to use her as leverage."

"And?" Hawke asked.

"Angelica drowned earlier this year in Florida According to the local police, she was going to testify against her father."

"He had his own daughter killed!" Dominic announced.

"That's what it looks like. Listen, I'll keep in touch."

Hawke switched off the radio and slid out of the lady. He was angry. If Horn had no compunction in killing his flesh and blood, then he wouldn't hesitate to kill Caitlin.

With that thought, he picked up the wrench and went back to work on Airwolf.